It is too much. The world has gone to Hell. And we can't survive in Hell. The dead shamble the streets and alleyways, searching for their next meal. Searching for me. They are banging at my doors, ready to feast, but they wont have me. I wont let them. I won't add to the horde. I won't make it worse.

Angel Skylight was just a normal pegasi, until an unfortunate day when a stunt went horrifyingly wrong. Now he just wants to be up in the air again. Spread two wings instead of one. That dream doesn't seem possible, yet.

(Huge thanks to my editor, ShadowblazeCR.)